I was going to throw myself a freaking party when I got home. Like an eat-fudge-icing-straight-out-of-the-freaking-can kind of party. Hardcore. Knuckles.
I like it when you’re happy, and if I can do something small, then I will.
With our sides pressed together and his arm around my shoulders, it was like having one foot in the past and one in the present. Being this close now felt totally different than before. If only the TV had been on, I imagined we’d be following in the footsteps of couples all over the world, cuddled up as we were.
Finish that sentence and I will stab you in the eye with the spork Bethany’s about to pull out of her bag for her apple sauce.” He smiled gamely. “And she’d be very upset if I got her spork all messed up. She’s rather fond of the thing.
You really have a thing for books.” When I didn’t respond, he closed the the laptop without touching it. “It’s cute.
I stared at him, torn between wanting to laugh and to punch him in the face.
There was that damn constriction again, like I’d been punched in the chest, but in a good way. How you could be punched in a chest in a good way was beyond me, but damn, I sort of loved that feeling.
I was clenching the steering wheel like a granny, but driving like I was trying out for NASCAR.
What are you going to do if it does get worse?” he asked. “Maybe I’ll get myself a seeing-eye gargoyle.
Just because you’re a god doesn’t mean I won’t punch you.” “Just because you’re a guest in my house doesn’t mean I won’t drown you in the ocean.
Tink squealed like a fifteen-year-old girl at a One Direction concert.
Rider’s gaze held mine again. “She understands that if I have to pick between you two, it’s not going to be her.
Some things could be forgiven. Some things couldn’t.
The lines of his face were nearly perfect, the curve of his jaw strong, and he had the most expressive lips I’d ever seen. But it was those thundercloud eyes I found beautiful. No one had those eyes.
I’m a lot to handle, but I can assure you, you’ll have fun handling me.
My bubbly personality is like its own screaming person.
As cold as it was, my entire body somehow managed to feel like it was on fire.
Before I could protest, which wouldn’t be wise even though I did want him to hang out longer, he placed his hands on my cheeks. My breath stalled out somewhere between my throat and chest. Leaning in, he pressed his lips against my forehead, dropping a kiss that squeezed my heart into slush. My eyes drifted shut as his lips lingered against my skin. Knocked off-kilter, I didn’t move when he pulled back and stood.
Defended myself.” I mimicked him, bopping my head back and forth.
It’s a sign of the times, man. It’ll probably be on some Alpha’s Facebook wall within the hour.” Alphas.